Rain,
behind glass,
rains and rains about half leafless poplars
on
brown roofs over the fields, rain.
painted gray sky and the ground
was sheltering leaves left wearing
autumn afternoon falling asleep like a child
wind
rock ballad with its fall.
A ballad in a sad song
autumn melancholy
born to die the day. A ballad in the fall
sometimes
as a murmur and sometimes as a lament
and sometimes wind.
Rain,
behind glass
rains and rains about half leafless poplars
on
brown roofs over the fields, rain.
I could tell that my last log burning home
I am very poor today that with a smile
give everything I am because I'm just
and I have fear.
If you were able to see the sad eyes of a lamp
talk
with this porcelain
I discovered yesterday that for a moment
has become a woman.
So
forget your past my
morning and come back to me.
afternoon and was going
the complaint let me tomorrow will be a ballad old
autumn.
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